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Chapt. 3
The Plot, and the Demonic Wadd, Thickens!
Brittney Collins could hardly contain herself. An eighteen year old Freshman at Jane Goodenough College, for the first time in her life she had the freedom to do things she would never had done at Home. Now, she finally could do all those 'adult' things she had wondered about…
Not that she really was away from 'home', for her mother, of all people, was still with her! Her mom, Norma Collins, recently divorced, had come with her to Jane Goodenough College! She had taken the position of 'House Mother' to Brittany's Sorority, Sigma Alpha Pi.
She had promised Brittney to not interfere with her social life, and that was true…so far.
But having your mom around where you're living was so uncool!
Even though her Sisters all liked Mom and were so happy to have her around!
Pull-eze!
She really knew why her mom took that job…boys…er…men. She knew about her mom's problems with boys when she was a girl. After all she could count! Her mom was a still youthful 34. She had to start out early with boys back then! And her mom no doubt thought her daughter would likewise get in trouble with men.
No way! Not after the ugly divorce mom went through.
Brittney had never found the idea of being…'screwed' or manhandled by any boy very appealing. Maybe it was compensation for her mom's mistakes…
She certainly didn't trust boys…
And she knew that her divorced dad had not been her genetic father.
But for all those reasons she wasn't the least interested in dating…men.
Which to most girls came as kinda strange, considering how she looked and all. For one thing, and the most important to most men, she had one of the biggest racks back in High School! No less than 34 D's! And since she was only five foot three inches tall, they really stood out!
She knew where they had come from, of course. Her Mom, Norma, even though a couple inches taller, had an even bigger set! She had heard more than one vile male remark about how her Mom couldn't see her feet past those melons!
How gross!
While her Mom's were pear shaped and firm, hers were both firm and incredibly conical, wide at the base and capped by puffy pink nipples. No wonder she got all those angry stares from the other girls in the showers!
The rest of her wasn't bad, either, she thought. Light brown hair to her shoulders, tight waist with a firm, rounded belly and slightly too large for her height hips. While she wouldn't call herself 'bubble-butt', certainly her Mom was! She saw the stares she engendered from men when she passed them on the sidewalk!
"I'll probably have a big ass too," she told herself every-time she saw her Mom walk by.
But her Mom didn't seem to notice, or mind, the stares from men she got!
But she would! She would hate to be stared at because of either her bosom or ass!
What her Mom did with men was none of her business, but she didn't want men leering at her like they did her Mom!
One big reason she came to Goodenough.
No men!
"Am I gay?" She suddenly asked herself for the millionth time. And again she gave the same answer, "No, hell no! I'm just…a late bloomer. I'm looking for the right guy."
"Let's go!" suddenly echoed in her ear as her roommate, Doreen, grabbed her hand. Tugging on it, forcing her to stagger down the steps of the front porch of their Sorority House, she added, "We'll be late!"
"Late for what, if I might ask," came from behind them.
It was her Mother, Norma. Norma was still an attractive woman, not withstanding her blouse filling jugs. She had her daughter's hair color, though she wore it shorter. As usual she wore a blouse and knee length skirt. She was drying her hands on a towel as Brittney looked back.
"Nowhere important, Mother!" she replied, slightly exasperated and embarrassed by her Mother's inquiry.
"Don't talk to you Mom like that, Britt!" Doreen jumped in. Then she turned to Mrs. Collins. "We're going to a seance, Mrs. Collins. There's this witch…"
"Witch?" she interrupted.
"Fur sure! She lives just alongside Sorority Row and she gives the neatest seances!"
"And no boys, Mom!" Brittney added.
"Well, I don't know about a witch…but you two have fun!"
With curt nods they both ran down the street.
Norma knew she embarrassed her daughter by taking this job, but it was a godsend. She needed a job, and she had no skills except keeping a home. And her daughter was, at least, close by.
She chastised herself again for the fiftieth time not to act so much like a mother with Brittney, at least not in front of her Sisters! The girl was obviously growing up and would need less and less guidance.
But right now she needed guidance…
More guidance than her mother had given Norma!
Kari Yamamoto strolled across the Jane Goodenough College in her civilian attire. She looked, to any observer, to be another student wandering across campus, lost in thought, with no specific location in mind.
In actuality she was making, as directly as secrecy permitted, right for Lara Croft's office.
She could already feel the presence of that Crux whatever! Such power! She just had to follow its aura to find Lara Croft's office.
She had to admit that the Demon had been cooperative. After three blow jobs (her throat was sore for a couple days after), he had told her everything he knew. He didn't even complain that much when, after two more suck jobs, she sent him back to Hell by beheading him. (Best way to get rid of a Demon.)
She didn't feel that bad about doing that to him. His soul (or whatever Demons have in its stead) would wander around Hades for a couple hundred years until some higher Demon had use of him.
He went with a smile on his face!
Now she could hardly contain her excitement as she stepped up to the window overlooking Lara Croft's office. The office was empty but she could just make out the Crux, off to the side, a big golden cross in a glass fronted cabinet behind Lara's desk.
The power the thing gave off made her quiver.
Could she steal it? It would be no problem getting into the office. And picking the lock on the cabinet would also not be difficult.
But how unusual was it to be unguarded? The infernal reaches didn't like such important and powerful artifacts unguarded…
Then her belly jumped and she just had time to duck below the window when the door to the office opened. Taking a quick peak she saw a short, dark skinned, maybe Mayan featured. young woman enter. Her wide hips swayed as she crossed the room to the Crux. She just stood there, staring at it as if she were admiring it.
But Kari had other things to worry about. The girl was a Demon! A big one, too!
She could smell a Demon that powerful a block away! How did she get here?
Has the invasion already begun?!
No. There was something…different in this Demon. Something distinctly different compared to the 'smell' of the first Demon she encountered.
She smelled…delicious!
Not potent…not virile…just delicious!
She also, by just being near Kari, in her sight, made the Ninja's pants wet.
Kari knew that she wasn't ready yet to face such a Demon. Carefully she backed away from the window and slipped into the gathering shadows.
Sister Constance frowned, furrowing her eyebrows, as she watched the young woman slip silently into the shadows. They had been watching Lara Croft's office for a good hour and had seen nothing. Then this oriental woman appears and, immediately after, what could very well be a Demon shows up in the Croft Office!
Sister Chastity leaned over and whispered, "Do you know who that is?"
Sister Constance shook her head. "But I need to find out. She may interfere with our investigation…or she could actually be working with the Hades Invasion!"
Sister Chastity nodded. "Find her and interrogate her. She doesn't look demonic, no Aura at all. But take no chances. Challenge her and find out how good she is. Destroy her if she turns out to be demonic. Otherwise, we will summon an Angel to break her so she can't interfere…"
Brittney and Doreen ran up the wooden steps onto the porch of the old mansion, once a Sorority Home, now a private residence. Only one person lived there now…
No sooner did they knock than the door opened and a tall, olive skinned woman smiled down at them. "Hello, I am Gena. Won't you come in?"
Instantly the two girls were awed with the woman. She wore a wrap around dress that seemed to cling to her every curve. With her back turned to them Brittany could make out her dark asscrack right through the material.
Her hips were broad, especially with the contrast of a wasp thin waist, and her breasts, clearly outlined by the 'painted on' dress, were large, 'well over a handful' and without a bit of sag or distortion to them. Her hair was coal black and long, going halfway down her back. Her face was more round than oval, and her almond shaped eyes looked like those on a face plate on an ancient Egyptian princess' casket. Her lips were full and richly red, her eye lashes long and deeply colored.
Her voice was deep and mysterious, with an accent that Brittany couldn't make out, but made the woman seem exotic and exciting to be around.
Almost arousing…
The living room was decorated with many statues and paintings of ancient looking people and strange creatures, all mythological in orientation.
"I am from Lebanon," she explained as they walked, eyes flashing from one strange, exciting object to the next. "I have spent my life traveling and have collected many works of art that represent the places I have visited."
The girls were wide eyed as they followed Gena towards the stairs leading to the basement.
At the top of the stairs Doreen blurted out, "Are you really a witch?"
Gena stopped and turned to face them. "Some would call me such."
The girls just stood there, gawking.
Gena laughed. "You were expecting a wart on my nose and a flying broom leaning on the wall?"
Both girls blushed furiously, looking embarrassingly at the floor.
"Do not be bothered by such things. I am not! I have learned much about what you would call 'magic' in my travels. Some I choose to share with my…friends."
Hooking an index finger of each hand under their chins, she gently raised their faces to face her. "May I call you a 'friend'? I do so much want to have 'friends' wherever I go!"
"Sure!" the two girls replied in unison.
"Good! Now, the others are already in the basement. That's where I have my kettle for cooking little children!" and she laughed like vibrating crystal.
Brittany laughed too, not wanting to appear more unsophisticated than she already felt. Then she meekly followed Gena down the stairs.
There they met a half dozen girls from the school, some Brittany had already met.
The basement was one vast room. Candleholders on the walls, three to a wall, held tall beeswax candles which provided some light, but not enough to read by. In the center of the room was a pentagram painted on the floor. It was painted in red paint and was a good eight feet across. Five candles, about a foot from the point of each arm, burned.
Gena saw Doreen studying the red paint of the pentagram. "Painted in blood, of course, my Dear!"
Doreen's head jerked up, her mouth open in shock. She wasn't the only girl who did that. Then she saw the smile on Gena's face and she grinned and blushed.
"Busted!" Brittany said to her, even though she had had her moment of shock too. She just didn't show it!
"Now Ladies!" Gena interrupted the giggling. "What we will be doing tonight we don't do around a table. We will be doing this the old fashioned way, on the floor of the part of the house deepest in the ground."
The girls tittered with pent-up excitement.
"And," she went on. "We must be nude…"
More than one girl gasped.
"Now, now!" she went on. "We're all women here! There must be no secrets amongst us. The seance cannot work if anyone has anything on. Here, I'll show you!" And she reached around and undid the knot at her waist. The dress unwrapped about her and, suddenly, she was naked before them.
Brittany gawked at the woman. Never had she seen a woman's body so…fit! Slim, strong, she stood there, giving the girls a good look. Her dress had not given her figure credit! Not since in high school showers had seen seen so svelte, so well defined, so…attractive a naked female!
Her breasts looked even bigger naked than with the dress on. Broad at the base, they formed a curved cone, a Hershey's kiss, with tiny, bright red nipples at their tips. Only a handful, Brittany estimated, they looked rock firm with just a hint of a curved belly. Her waist and belly were smooth, firm, with only a deep, dark navel to mar her perfectly smooth, dusky flesh. Her legs were long and strong like she ran daily, her shoulders straight. Her neck was long, as were her arms.
Her butt, in a word, was perfect on her. Muscular and yet round, her tail looked like that of an Olympic swimmer.
And, as opposed to style and the girls around her, she had a dark patch of pubic hair right over her mound and pussy.
To Brittany she looked 'perfect'!
"Now, would you please join me? Or am I to be the only participant tonight?"
Reluctantly in some cases, the girls, one by one, began disrobing.
"No one can see in," Gena assured them. "And I promise, no cameras!"
A number of girls, including Brittany, laughed nervously.
Brittany, like some others, turned her back on the group to disrobe. First she unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off to reveal her seriously stuffed bra.
Immediately she opened her pants and, with no hesitation, she yanked them and her bikini panties down. While she did so, she didn't think about her bubble-butt thrust back at the other girls. Kicking off her shoes she pulled her pants off and, trying to ignore her bra, carefully folded them.
Finally she reached behind her to unclasp her bra…
But someone's fingers were already there!
"Doreen?!" she whispered, thinking it was her roommate.
"No, my Dear," came Gena's voice!
Brittany spun around to face the woman. But the clasp of her strained bra had been opened so, as she spun, she stepped right out of her bra, her bra cups literally blowing off her swollen tits.
The disrobing looked as if it had been choreographed.
Gena was looking right at her cups as they leaped off her jutting breasts. Brittany's unfettered tits didn't do so much as quiver under Gena's fascinated eyes.
"Beautiful, my Dear!" she said in an intimate whisper to Brittany, her eyes locking on the girl's. "You are a most attractive young lady!" Then Gena stepped aside, revealing Brittany's wonders to all there.
She was used to the glares of envy girls gave her when they first saw her tits. She was even used to the occasional leering by some girls. But the way Gena had looked at her had shook her to the core!
More than a few of the other girls, including Doreen, took a good long time gawking at her world quality breasts.
Gena gestured to the floor. "Everyone take your place in a circle just outside of the Pentagram. We will be holding hands so sit close to each other."
Immediately, so as to cover at least some of her nudity, Brittany sat on the concrete floor and Doreen sat next to her. Strangely, the concrete didn't feel that cold, as she expected. Kinda warm, actually.
Then she saw someone step between Doreen and her. Looking up she saw Gena standing over her. Instantly she jerked her head forward, eyes staring straight ahead.
"May I?" she asked.
Doreen nodded eagerly and slid over. She had to punch an almost terrified Brittany to get her to move over at all.
When Gena sat down between them her warm, smooth, firm hips brushed against Brittany's.
Brittany's heart leaped! And when Gena crossed her legs and her left knee and thigh came to rest atop Brittany's right thigh…
She quickly hugged herself to hide her abruptly and furiously erect nipples…
"Is everything alright, my Dear?" Gena whispered.
Closing her eyes, she nodded quickly.
"It is alright…normal, my Dear, to have one's nipples erect when sitting on a cold, concrete floor. Look at mine, for instance."
The suggestion became a command to Brittany, impossible to deny. She looked and saw those tiny red nipples jutting out a good half inch. She caught herself staring for entirely too long before she jerked her head back forward.
"They are very beautiful, Gena," came from Doreen on Gena's right.
Brittany gasped. "Doreen!" she wanted to gasp, but stopped at the last moment. She did look over at her wide eyed roommate.
"Thank you, my Dear! You are so very kind!" Gena smoothly responded, looking from Doreen back to Brittany.
Brittany had to admit, they were beautiful.
Gena held her hands out to the two girls. After hesitating, Brittany took hers.
A belly melting surge of…submissive pleasure swept through her as soon as she took Gena's hand. She had never experienced it before. It was as if Gena' s hand was transmitting the emotion right into her!
She took the hand of the girl on her left, but nothing came of that.
"Now everyone repeat the mantra I gave you and concentrate on the center of the pentagram."
Everyone started softly reciting and soon every voice was in sync, repeating the same ancient word over and over.
Brittney heard Gena mumbling and her grip on her hand tightened. Then, abruptly, she sharply inhaled as another bolt of…she recognized it now as arousal…heat shot through her. She immediately realized that the other girls, all of them, had also gasped with her!
She was getting turned on something awful! And a quick glance around showed her that the other girls, too, were getting hot. Sweat appeared on many, including her own, foreheads and every girl's nipples were furiously erect!
Only the 'turning on' wasn't coming from Gena but the pentagram before them!
Was it glowing?!
"The mantra, girls!" Gena gasped out and everyone went back to repeating it.
The pentagram was glowing!
Then Brittany noticed that the rest of the basement was growing darker! None of the candles had went out. It was like their light was being absorbed by something!
The pentagram! Just above its center was a…spot! A dark, cloudy spot about the size of a basketball.
And growing!
And the bigger it got, the darker the basement became.
She felt Gena shudder, then softly moan.
And the spot suddenly expanded till it was half as wide as the pentagram.
She was so wet! Brittany suddenly realized. She had sweat running down her forehead and between her throbbing breasts, but most of the shocking wetness was below that…down there. Between her legs. She was dripping!
She had never been so worked up before!
She continued her mantra, staring at the large, absolutely black spot.
The mantra, on its own, began to get louder and louder. It seemed every girl had the urge to repeat it louder, with ever more force.
Higher and higher in excitement…arousal the girls seem to go. More and more tense became their firm, feminine bodies. Harder and longer their nipples became. Louder and louder the mantra.
Brittany could feel the tension in Gena's hand as the girls' mantra became a near shout. About the only light now was the glowing pentagram. Everyone was soaked with sweat and, probably, with other fluids as Gena began to quiver.
For some reason Brittany thought, "As if she was going to cum!"
Then Gena cried out, "AAAHH!" and a number of girls squealed or cried out with her.
Brittany remembered afterwards thinking that they were cuming!
But at that instant when the girls cried out a very brief flash of silent light originated exactly over the center of the pentagram and immediately below the now large black spot. And Brittany swore she saw 'something' dive or fly out of the black spot! She only caught its hips and legs, but it was as real as life!
She immediately told herself that whatever it was had to be tall.
And it wasn't human for it had a long, whip-like tail extending out its backside!
Then the candlelight returned and the black spot was no longer there.
"Is everyone alright?" Gena gasped, releasing Brittany's hand. She struggled to rise.
Brittany saw a number of girls press their hands between their legs like she did after she had gotten herself off in bed at night.
She looked up at the standing Gena and saw, between her legs, that her labia were all reddened and extended, wet with her fluid.
Had she cum too?!
Soon, though, everyone had regained their composure and, with Gena's agreement, began to dress.
Brittany was still shaking as she climbed the steps from the basement. Her body was alive with wicked emotions, and desires for more of what happened down there!
She really hoped she could do that again!
In the living room she gathered the still shaken girls about her. "What you have just experienced is the partial contact with, the merest grazing of, the infernal reaches. I plan on trying it again, soon. You are all welcome. But, in-spite of your enthusiasm from the experience, until I can quantify and explore the…emotions this contact has released in us all, we must keep our experience here secret! We will be sharing this with the entire campus, once we have explored exactly what it is and where does the…emotions come from."
All of the girls nodded eagerly.
"Good! Now we are done for this evening. Everyone be careful going home!"
Just as Brittany was turning for the front door she saw Gena stop Doreen. Abruptly the girl's eyes opened wide and, with a big grin, nodded.
Doreen caught up with Brittany on the porch. "She asked me to stay!" she gasped out. "She said I had exceptional talent and she wanted to do some further work with me tonight! She told me to wait for her, she had to do some things in the basement first. Isn't that great?!"
Brittany tried to keep her disappointment out of her voice. "That's great, Doreen! I'm so happy for you! Maybe someday I'll have such a chance! I'll leave the door unlocked for you!"
Then they hugged and Brittany watched Doreen go back inside.
Gena frowned when she stepped onto the basement floor. The candles were still lit, casting their eerie flickering light about the pentagram.
She had never had such a reaction before in a seance! Never had she nearly came during one! And she could swear that she saw…'something'…come through the nexus!
She boldly stepped right in the middle of the pentagram. Drawing her shoulder's back, preparing her best 'metaphysical barrier' cast, she tried to sound firm. "Alright! Whoever…whatever you are…show yourself!"
She almost jumped when a pair of glowing red eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness of the corner of the basement. Then the eyes moved and a figure stepped into the dim light.
Her heart thundered! A demon! A real demon!
She had never faced one before. In fact, until that moment, she really didn't believe in them!
It was a female demon…a succubus perhaps? Tall, over six foot, almost seven, she had inhumanly perfect, inhumanly big breasts. Her waist was wasp thin, her belly ribbed with abdominals that would do a weight lifter proud. Her hips were wide for her waist, her legs long and powerful.
She could run down anyone with those legs.
Folded behind her were bat-like wings while a whip-like tail flicked behind a deep cracked, bubble-butt of an ass.
She had rams horns extending from the sides of her head, with blazing red hair running between them and far down her back.
Her face was…gorgeous was all Gena could call it. She immediately fell in love with the high cheekbones, the pointed, narrow nose, and especially the full, ruby red lips.
She was the color of light red. Everywhere.
For she was naked.
Even between her legs, behind a patch of pubic hair that matched what was on top of her head, she was naked. Gena could see the partially unhooded clit, twice as big as any she had ever seen, peeking out through the fine red bush. Behind it her labia were elongated and wet and fiery red.
Gena shuddered as lust she had never experienced swept through her. Was it coming from the demon?
The Demon seemed to glow in the half dark of the basement. The lust surging within her built dramatically.
"W-what are you?" she repeated, only this time with a distinctly dry throat.
The thing smiled evilly, her voice deep, yet feminine, and arousing as Hell, "I am Absinth, a Succubus in the service of Mistress Lilith, Queen of Hell! I am here to make sure you are successful at unifying the Dark Regions with Earth."
"What do you mean?"
"You have not felt the presence of the Demon Maria, or of the Crux?"
"Is that what it is? I've been feeling something the past couple of days."
The Succubus' eyebrows creased. "Is that all? You are a witch, are you not?"
Gena nodded, gathering her power.
"Not much of one from where I stand! You haven't' even sought out the power of the Crux or dealt with Maria? Have you found your virgin? The virgin sacrifice necessary for the convergence? What kind of witch are you?" And the monster took a step forward.
"This kind!" Gena cried and pointed her finger directly between the Succubus' tits. A bolt of brilliant white energy flashed at the speed of light from that fingertip to explode just before the Demon's tits.
The explosion spread, right and left, till it blended into the two walls forming the corner of the basement.
With the Demon behind it.
Absinth reached out and touched with dimly glowing, quivering like jello, barrier. Immediately she jerked her hand back as lightning-like flashes emanated where her fingers had touched. Gena smelt ozone.
"A barrier! How clever of you!" the beautiful monster smiled. Suddenly the dim aura around the inhumanly beautiful creature glowed intensely brighter.
And Gena gasped and shuddered, almost cuming right then and there.
"Release me!" came from behind the barrier. "Release me and I'll give you something. Something you'll appreciate. Something you'll soon want…crave…need!"
Gena fought down the moan that suddenly rose in her throat. Her lust jumped, making her gnaw on her lower lip as her lubricating juices trickled down the inside of her thighs.
She could only shake her head no.
"Look what I have for you…" she said evilly while pointing and looking down at her loins.
Quivering, Gena gasped as the Demon's already large clit abruptly expanded outward, growing to outrageous, breath stealing, belly thrilling size.
Taking in her hand, the Succubus waved the huge pole at Gena. "Yes, Human, eighteen inches long. Think how…wonderful it would feel…how far into you it would go…if you do what I asked of you!"
Another hot flash of intense sexual heat exploded within her, and she barely resisted it. But she did fight it down. No way she was going to let that monster loose! And she knew better than to listen to a Succubus! And that…huge clit would do more than strike her womb. It would impale her, right up to her heart!
Maybe Demons enjoy being speared, but not her! "N…no!" she gasped.
Suddenly losing her temper, the Succubus dropped her aura and its 'forced arousal' attack, then she punched the barrier a couple of times in frustration.
All she did was make some sparks and more ozone.
Gena knew that the barrier wouldn't hold long, maybe a day at most. But that gave her a day to get that Crux away from the school so no more beasts could come across. She turned to the stairs while dropping her dress. She stopped at the first rung to give the Succubus a good look at her firm and svelte nakedness and to flash a most arrogant smile. Then, as the Succubus growled, she went up the stairs.
From behind her the Succubus hissed, "You'd better cooperate, Bitch, if you don't want to become a whore of Hell! And remember, a real virgin is required! And you better find one!"
Entering the living room naked and flushed with her recent success with the Succubus as well as still experiencing the residual driving, and not at all fully natural, lust, she made right for Doreen who stood with bedroom eyes in the middle of the living room. Before the girl could say or do a thing, a seriously worked up Gena crushed her in a dominating lesbo kiss.
Doreen immediately melted, submissively, into Gena's arms.
When the girl moaned into their kiss, Gena sent her hands plunging down the back of Doreen's sweatpants, gripping her full, firm buttocks demandingly.
All Doreen did was moan again.
Brittany was standing outside, thinking about what had happened in the house and her reactions to it, when she saw Doreen's shadow in the window. Then she saw another woman, a tall woman who had to be naked for she could see the outline of tits and hard nipples clearly. This woman walked up to her roommate and embraced her dramatically and, holding Doreen by the back of the head, kissed her!
And Doreen did nothing but squirm!
Then, without breaking the kiss, the woman reached into Doreen's pants and gripped her ass!
And Doreen still didn't do anything except squirm!
And when the woman pulled Doreen's pants down, then reached in between her roomie's legs to obviously hold the girl by her…pussy, it was too much for Brittany! As she turned to run away, she saw Doreen suddenly lift and throw her legs around Gena's waist! Then the triumphant lesbian carried the out of control roommate of Brittany away from the window by her grip on the girl's privates!
Brittany ran all the way back to her Sorority House.
Kari watched the stacked girl dash down the sidewalk past the bush she presently hid behind. "That's it, little girl, you'd better run away!" she thought. "Especially after what I smelt in the basement of that house not five minutes ago!"
There had to be at least one Demon in there. And no ordinary one. Had to be a Count of Hell in there, Class One to be sure!
"Damn! This place is already crawling with 'em!" she whispered to herself. "I'm not ready for this type of Demon." She began to pull back from the house, keeping herself always under cover.
There was a little tree lined park on the other side of the house alongside, so Kari did not so much as stand upright until she was behind a row of oaks that lined she side facing the house. When she turned after checking in the direction of the house, she saw a figure standing still not twenty feet away.
She quickly assumed a defensive stance.
"No aura," was her first thought. "Good! Probably Human."
"Uh, Good Evening." she said quietly.
The figure didn't respond. But she looked like a young woman, wearing a long one piece dress that went from her neck to the ground. It was a dull gray in color.
Kari's state of alert jumped with the lack of response from the figure.
"Look, you may not believe this, but there is a Demon, a Count of Hell, not two houses down from this very spot. I don't think we should have a stand-off so close…"
Suddenly she saw the stranger's dress drop to the ground. Naked underneath, the woman was well built in an athletic kind of way, small but well shaped tits, flat belly, hips proportional to her height.
But it was her pose that bothered Kari.
Silently Kari removed her Gi top, now also standing naked. "The least you can tell me is your name…" she started.
Then she saw the glint of metal between her and the other woman.
Instantly she was in the air, heading for the tree on her right. Three throwing stars almost silently embedded in the tree trunk that had been behind her. She bounced off the tree on her right about six feet up, then thrust off for the tree that had been on her left.
About halfway across her arm pointed at the now charging woman.
The woman abruptly came up short when three metal darts stuck in the ground inches in front of her toes.
Kari bounded off the tree on her left and landed about ten feet from the woman. "Now, what is this all about?" she said quietly.
The woman dove at her!
They collided and collapsed into a heap. At once the stranger locked her lips to Kari's. Squirming, rubbing against each other, they kissed, more and more passionately as they remained intimately together. For long minutes they kissed, their tongues doing battle in their mouths, their hands roaming all over their delicious bodies.
Both quickly became sweaty from their exertions and hot and aroused from their pressing flesh.
The first thing Kari realized about her, now, opponent was that she could kiss! Subtle, persistent, passionate, she acted as if she had all day for each kiss, that there was no need to hurry.
And the kissing was working. Kari was breathing hard through her nose within a minute of their oral union, her nipples furiously hard, her hips openly humping against her opponent's.
Then she felt a hand slide down her belly…
The fingers slipped into her cameltoe, easily, perfectly finding her stiff little button. Intense, wild, sensations of raw pleasure shot up to her brain. The jolts of pleasure would act like smelling salts, at first, awakening her mind and enervating it. But, Kari well knew, eventually the pleasure would rule her mind, enslaving her to it, making her want to do anything to keep getting it.
Like losing…
Kari reciprocated by hastily sending her hand between her opponent's parted thighs. She found a smaller clit than she had, but one pierced with a needle with a bulbous knob at one end. She recognized a sex wrestling 'pro' at once. An experienced sex fighter, probably very good, who would use that wicked knobbed needle when grinding or humping hips together, flicking the knob over and across her opponent's clit until the opponent was a screaming, jerking, bliss seized mess.
But her opponent wasn't waiting for hip contact. She was working Kari's clit, rubbing her middle finger back and forth across her stiff little love bud in a blur, sending most effective jolts of pure pleasure right to Kari's brain.
But Kari knew how to counter that. A game of 'chicken'. She started her middle finger flashing across her opponent's pierced button. Now her opponent's clit stimulating knob worked against her. Now Kari's finger pressed the knob down upon defenseless little clit, grinding it off under unbreakable metal assault.
Soon both of their hips were jumping, jerking spasmodically to and fro. Their nerves were threatening to go out of control, to go into involuntary orgasm mode.
Then Kari won. Her opponent pulled her hand out first.
Kari, as per the unwritten rules of sex combat, likewise withdrew, leaving her opponent breathing hard through her nose while her hips repeatedly jerked forward, humping air. But then the Ninja slipped her thigh between her opponent's thighs, and began running the top edge of her thigh up and down against her opponent's loins. Her opponent gasped raggedly when her pierced clit became trapped between Kari's thigh and her own pubic bone.
She tried pushing Kari off her, but Kari was atop her, her outside foot hooking one leg, holding her opponent's thighs apart, and she had one of her opponent's arms pinned beneath her so she could get no leverage,
And Kari knew that her 'grinding thigh' attack was devastating…
Within a moment she had the other woman gasping and moaning, her hips humping unconsciously up at Kari's grinding, rubbing thigh. When Kari began slapping her thigh down between the woman's own thighs, clapping her thigh against the increasingly wet twat, with its maximally swollen clit, her opponent broke their kiss and began tossing her head back and forth in near delirium.
But just getting this woman off was not what Kari had in mind. She had been insulted. This Bitch would pay!
She pretended to let the near orgasmic female push her off. When, as she expected, her opponent rolled away, onto her hands and knees to get up, she was ready…
Her nyobin flashed out, fifteen belly swelling inches long. She didn't have the time to reach her maximum limit, twenty inches, but fifteen would do…
To fuck this Bitch stupid!
Like a jumping spider she was on her opponent's back in a single leap, making the startled woman cry out. Then she cried out a brief, shocked "No!" when she felt the broad tip of Kari's nyobin slip perfectly into her soaked pussy.
"You should have told me your name!" Kari whispered into the doomed woman's ear, preparing to mercilessly bury herself into the ripe and well prepared twat.
Then a bright flash of perfectly white light knocked her off the whimpering, head down and ass up, thoroughly ready to explode in defeating orgasm woman. Kari rolled twice and wound up on her back, staring up into the night sky at something bright white and hovering on perfectly white wings.
It definitely was a she, what with those perfectly proportioned tits, and hairless cameltoe. She had a face of a barely pubescent schoolgirl, and the body of her older sister. Her hips, especially, were broad, as if she had been made to produce children.
Then there was the halo…
Her opponent was rolled on her side, jerking uncontrollably, hands buried between her legs, rubbing herself furiously.
"I guess I won!" she said up at the hovering little nymph.
It abruptly dropped upon her. She landed alongside the startled Ninja and placed her right hand on Kari's belly.
And the Ninja suddenly emptied her lungs, her hands gripping the grass underneath frantically. Then her eyes rolled up into her skull and her hips heaved a good foot off the ground.
"UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! " she want moronically as her hips heaved and the rest of her jerked violently in unison with her grunts.
She was cuming, harder than she could ever remember. It was all she could do, the bliss blotted out her consciousness, wrecking her mind. All she could do was cum, over and over.
She had no idea how long the creature remained touching her belly, forcing her to cum, but, finally, it pulled its hand away.
With a great inhalation Kari could finally refill her lungs. She couldn't breathe when that…thing…was touching her, she came so hard!
Then the creature was stepping around her hip to between her parted legs. At first raw terror seized the Ninja, but intense affection, love even, quickly replaced it as she gawked at that sweet face. "It was almost impossible not to fall in love with such a beautiful creature," she thought.
Without thinking she spread her thighs further, bending her knees and raising them, giving complete access to the lovely thing. When the creature looked at her raised knees and smiled that devastating smile, Kari immediately grabbed herself behind her knees and pulled her legs back until her knees pressed into the grass alongside her ribs.
All Kari could do was smile back, as displayed and open as a woman could make herself.
The creature nodded and then, straddling her wide open hips, squatted, pressing her own beautiful hairless pink pussy against Kari's own bald snatch. Immediately the creature began humping her hips forward, rubbing her pussy over, up and down, Kari's upturned twat.
And, with a breathless wail as her lungs emptied again, Kari was overwhelmed by massive, machine-gun orgasms, one after the other, on and on. Eyes rolled up, mouth open emitting mindless nonsense syllables, Kari could only convulse as waves of bliss claimed her.
She no longer cared if she couldn't breathe. It was that good…
"Okay! Stop! Let her breath before she's brain dead!" came from the multi-orgasmic Kari's left.
The creature lost its beautiful smile and looked in that direction.
Kari wanted to cry when that smile was lost.
Then, with a nod, the creature extended its wings and lifted itself off her.
It took her a good minute of further convulsive orgasms before she could come down and resume normal breathing. It took another couple of minutes before she could stand.
Once on her unsteady feet, she saw a red headed woman facing her. "My apologies, but we needed to…test…you before we revealed ourselves. You certainly are a good fighter! And you are?" she asked with a smile.
"Kari Yamamoto," Kari replied in a gasp, bowing.
"I am Sister Chastity, going by the name of Smith here. And this…" she indicated the still shuddering, still down woman, "is Sister Constance, going by Jones here."
"'Sister'?"
"We belong to the Sisters of Divine Protection. We have been sent here to…oppose a possible demonic invasion. May I ask why you are here?"
"I am a demon hunter looking to obtain the Crux for my Dojo. And I think I've found your invasion." Kari pointed her thumb in the direction of the house.
"We know. We have sensed that at least one Demon has already successfully crossed over. There probably will be more."
Kari nodded. "I know. I interrogated a lower ranking Demon two days ago who told me that there will be two Succubii of the First Class, Counts of Hell no less, plus a Balrog coming to this area. Probably in that house. They will need a witch to perform the casting to unify the two Worlds and the Crux to power it. As far as I can tell, the woman in that house is the only person here who qualifies as a witch."
"A balrog?" Chastity replied. "I've heard of such. He will be difficult enough, better yet with two Succubii with him."
"True, but eliminating the Succubii will make him much easier to deal with. Balrogs are not very smart, just big and powerful and they love raping Human females."
Chastity nodded grimly. "Then we must deal with the Succubii."
"And that assistant to Croft. I can smell her a mile away. She's a Demon, powerful one too from what it appears she has done to tame Lara Croft. She's got her pussy whipped but good! But this one isn't from Hell. I've been told that she is the daughter of a true Count of Hell who tried to usurp power from Lilith, the present Queen of the Underworld. As punishment he was planted in a cavern under the mountain where they got the Crux. He wants to be freed and his daughter is the Demon dominating Croft. She is also trying to get the Crux, and a witch, to free her Father."
"Then it is possible to pit one against the other?" Chastity said.
"It is possible, maybe inevitable." Kari replied. "But it is more likely that they would form a temporary alliance to deal with us. And I don't know about you, but I sure as Hell don't want to take on three Succubii, allied or not. I may not have my freedom, or mind, or free will afterward."
The next morning, as Norma was cleaning up the breakfast dishes, Brittney came out to ask her if she had seen Doreen that morning. When Norma said she hadn't, Brittney looked worried.
"Mom, I think that woman down the street may be a…lesbian. She had Doreen stay with her last night."
Norma was shocked, at first, then she reconsidered. "Dear, just because someone asks you roommate to spend the night doesn't mean she is one of…those, does it?"
"I suppose you could be right," Brittany started, but before she could go on Doreen stepped through the front door.
Brittany rushed up to her and they hugged.
"There, everything alright?" Norma asked both girls once they had parted.
Doreen nodded. She had a sincere smile, though she looked like she hadn't slept much last night.
In their room, Brittney asked her about last night.
"Oh, it was wonderful!" Doreen replied. "We…talked all night! I'd love to do that again!"
"You…talked all night?" Brittney asked her again.
Doreen nodded, then grinned.
Brittany didn't tell her what she saw in the window last night.
Doreen went on, "And Gena said she wanted to see you again! Tonight! Boy, I wish she would ask me to stay again!"
Brittney's heart leaped. She looked stunned.
Doreen started for the bath, then stopped and turned back. "Britt, didn't you say you have never…you know…been with a man?"
"Doreen!" she fired back softly. "My Mom may hear!"
"But you told me you hadn't, ever…with a man! Didn't you?"
Frowning, Brittney nodded. "I just haven't had the urge, you know?"
"So, you're still a virgin, right?"
Brittney rolled her eyes. "Yea, so what?"
"Well, don't you think your Mom would like to hear that? She worries about you and all!"
"She does that!" Brittney replied. "I just don't want to have to clear it with her every-time I go out!"
"Well, Gena told me that she needed a virgin to do a special seance. I told her that you were one! Maybe that's what she wants to see you about tonight, so don't go get yourself boinked this afternoon!" Then she disappeared into the bathroom.
Lara was sitting behind her desk that same morning, grading papers. It was early, just after six o'clock, and no one was about the campus yet. It wasn't her habit to get to her office so early, just she hadn't been able to sleep lately.
Every night of late, it seemed, she had been battling with herself over that monster, Maria. When she wasn't around her, she could tell herself that she didn't need her, that she could forget her. Better, she could turn her in…
She was a monster, even before she…grew that abominable…penis! She should turn her in for murder or something. She did…replace…kill Maria!
Except, being a Scientist she knew that she would have to prove her accusations, and that required evidence. Only she had no evidence. No one would believe her without it.
As long as Maria wasn't near her, she could think clearly about it. She could suppress thoughts of being with her…letting her dominate her! But the closer physically Maria came to her, the more difficult it was denying her. She must really be a Demon, Lara thought. Just being next to her drove Lara to the heights of arousal and need.
And at night…that's when the…need, the craving took over. When she slept…the dreams…she couldn't get her out of her mind, her dreams. The dreams kept repeating what Maria did to Lara…with that monstrous penis!
And they were always about how…good it felt to be so stuffed with that penis!
Maria hadn't been with Lara in bed in nearly three nights. And, since the awesome fuck of yesterday, she hadn't been around at all.
But it was in bed, at night, that Lara wanted her the most. She couldn't help it. She couldn't stop the dreams, or the lust they gave her for that monster. That's when she thought of Maria the most, when she craved that huge cock the most, when she woke from one of those dreams!
Jerking off did no good. She had frigged her clit off half dozen times a night, right after waking from one of those dreams. She'd still wake up soaked with sweat, and especially other fluids, repeatedly during the night, desperately craving the girl. The girl with the giant cock.
Maria apparently didn't need to sleep…so who knows where she went at night? She was going mad with distraction over the girl!
Then the door to her office opened and there she was!
Lara had to tell herself to breathe.
She was wearing the same short blue skirt school uniform-like outfit she had worn yesterday when she had bent Lara over her desk and…
Lara shook her head to drive out of her head the vivid image of her submitting to the monster.
Not this time!, she told herself. She would resist, deny the Monster this time!
Maria stepped in, then locked the door behind her. The look on her face, of total assuredness and control, sent shivers up Lara's spine.
As she approached Lara's desk she had that little arrogant smile on her face that she had been sporting lately when around Lara…
When she had fucked the shit out of Lara the last time they had been together in this office.
As she approached Lara, certainly not wanting to, felt that old quivering feeling deep in her belly. Deep in her belly where her womb stirred.
She had to be a Demon, Lara thought. Just getting close to her set Lara off!
"You are here early, Lara Croft!" she said in that low, spanish accented voice of hers that melted Lara's belly and drenched her pants.
Not this time! she screamed to herself. "I…I had some w…work to do and I…I couldn't sleep…" Lara gasped through a suddenly desert dry throat.
She screamed at herself to resist the Monster! "For your own soul, Lara! Tell her to leave!" her increasingly desperate mind howled.
Looking like an incredibly sexy and heartrendingly helpless little schoolgirl, Maria walked slowly around Lara's desk.
Lara couldn't take her eyes off that sweet, smiling face, passions building wildly. Her heart pounded as if it would burst.
When she stopped near the left arm of the chair, Lara shook her head, her voice suddenly gone in the dust storm that was her throat.
Maria didn't lose her smile. She just pushed the head shaking Lara's chair back a bit and stepped in between Lara and her desk. She planted her youthfully rotund and firm buttocks right on the edge of Lara's desk…right on the papers Lara had been grading.
Then she spread her legs.
Lara desperately fought down the rising pant now threatening her with hyperventilation. Inwardly she continued to urge calmness and resistance to the lusciously erotic and arousing girl. But her aroused body was throbbing now, her pussy soaking the crotch of her pants, her chest heaving.
Maria looked down to see Lara's tits rise and fall with her fast breaths, her nipples jutting a good half inch out of her white blouse. Maria's smile broadened.
Helplessly Lara's wide and white eyes dropped to the hem of Maria's dark blue pleated skirt when the girl grabbed it and lifted up the front. Lara's eyes widened further when the semi-erect cock came into view.
Suddenly Lara's mind went quiet as overwhelming yet delicious, hot burning need saturated her.
Completely uncovering the erecting organ, Maria leaned back on her arms. Her grapefruit sized nuts rolled over the edge of the desk to hang halfway to Lara's quivering thighs.
Lara, eyes fixed as if paralyzed on the rising cock, swallowed noisily.
"I thought you might enjoy…me this morning!" Maria husked, eyes flashing.
Lara couldn't take her eyes off of the cock as it jerked and swelled into full, massive erection.
Lara's mind no longer urged any resistance. In matter of fact, her mind was now urging her on, urging Lara to open her mouth, lean forward, and impale her head on demonic dick.
No other thoughts came from her consciousness, smothered as it was now in rising arousal and need for…
The cock, fully extended in a gentle arch, reached out to her face. The fist sized glans hovered just an inch above her nose.
Lara's eyes crossed upon it as the monstrous penile beast began to drool…
Unconsciously Lara licked her dry lips.
Maria grinned. "Blow me, Lara Croft! Suck me off and drink me for breakfast, Lara Croft! Please me, Lara Croft, and I might fuck you this morning!"
Lara looked around the throbbing meat into Maria's red eyes. "I'll…suck you. But I won't let you…fuck me!"
"How sure are you of that, Lara Croft?" Her arrogant smile seemed to broaden.
Lara's instantly replied, "I am sure!" But her mind wasn't nearly as certain as her voice sounded.
Maria laid her hand upon Lara's head, fingers curling to grab a fistful of hair. "In that case, Lara Croft, you will service me, won't you. I like cuming in your mouth!" Maria began pulling on Lara's hair, drawing her towards the Demon, towards that cum drooling cockhead…
Eyes reaffixed on the tip of that cockhead, Lara saw a four inch long coiled strand of precum hanging there, gently swaying in the light breeze of Lara's pant. Her useless mind now justified a blow job as the only way to avoid being mounted by the Monster. Actually it was only an excuse to suck the monster.
Now all she could think was orally servicing that cock!
Resigned, she let Maria pull her head forward.
She stuck her tongue out, snagging the cum worm and drawing the end into her mouth. Then, sucking the strand as if it were spaghetti, she drew another two inches out of Maria's cock tip before it broke free to slap across Lara's face.
Immediately her mouth flooded with saliva from the potent, pungent taste of Maria's demonic semen.
"You may take off your clothes while you suck me, Lara Croft, for I do not wish to leave cum on your clothing! But start sucking on me, Lara Croft, I desire to spew into your mouth!"
As if hypnotized, Lara reached for her blouse as she opened her mouth as far as it would go. Maria pulled her forward some more, always towards the tip of that cock, and Lara willingly engulfed the entire glans into her wide open mouth.
The taste of raw meat with cum gravy lambasted her taste buds and, within seconds, she was drooling stringy saliva and precum down her chin as she slurped and swallowed quickly. Then she gave suck as her hands began to frantically unbutton her blouse.
Slurping and swallowing, then gagging as Maria's hand atop her head forced Lara's head around more of her cock, Lara managed to strip naked without loosing her oral grip on that cock.
Once naked, and drenching her chair with her lubricating juices, Lara, without looking, reached out to begin fondling those hot, firm balls with one hand. With the other hand she reached out quickly and wrapped it around the arm thick shaft of the cock lodged in her throat. While she clutched and milked one ball, then the other, she furiously jacked the near two feet of shaft not actually in Lara's mouth or down her throat.
Maria tilted her head back, enjoying Lara's oral labors. "AAAHHH! Blow jobs are your talent, Lara Croft. You make me want to cum!"
A gush of precum into the back of her throat brought out a nasal whine from the cocksucker as she began bobbing her cock filled head over the foot and a half of penis still sticking out of her stuffed mouth. The prick was throbbing now, and Lara knew it meant that Maria was close.
"Suck, Lara Croft, suck! I wish to cum for you, in you!"
Lara whimpered as the craving built. She so much wanted to have Maria erupt into her hungry mouth and down her stretched throat!
Then the organ jumped, nearly knocking Lara's teeth out, and her mouth was filled, to overflowing, with lumpy, greasy, delicious eggwhite. Desperately Lara started to swallow the copious testiclepudding as fast as she could.
Great globs of cum flew down her gullet, but it wasn't enough to keep up with Maria's wildly pulsing organ.
Not nearly enough.
With a retch from the cocksucker a great wave of cum poured past Lara's lower lip to flow like a waterfall down her chin. More waves followed pushing that before it further down until her tits had long strands hanging from her rock hard nipples. More strands and a veritable sheet of wadd hung and swayed from her chin. Great flows of coagulated babystuff slid greasily over the insides of her swollen tits and the sternum in between to coat her heaving belly, spread thighs, and drenched pussy with copious waves of demonchowder.
For minutes Maria erupted.
For minutes Lara sucked and swallowed.
When she finally finished spewing, the beautiful Demon callously pushed Lara's still sucking head back off her cockhead. Lara immediately began scooping up the slime coating her body into her cupped hands and directed the goo into her ravenous mouth.
Maria sighed. "You are indeed a superior cocksucker, Lara Croft. You did so well, I want to reward you! Now you will get your reward! Assume your proper position!"
Lara, face dripping sheets of cum, looked up at Maria with shock registering on her face. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she rose, Scooping large amounts of slimy eggwhite from her drenched body and stuffing it into her ever open mouth, glassy eyed, she at once stepped around the side of her desk. She was continuing to scrape ball scum from her drenched body as she got to the front of her desk. Her eyes unblinking, Lara immediately bent over the front of her desk, her well developed ass thrust back at the grinning Monster standing behind her.
She moaned sincerely and raggedly when she felt the hot cockhead press resolutely against the opening of her more than ready pussy.
"Yes!" Lara cried in a strained, forced voice when Maria callously rammed a good foot of arm thick cock into her guts. Then she grimaced vividly, her head dropping to the desktop as, without hesitation, Maria pressed the remainder of her superhuman organ into Lara, bulling aside all resistant organs or tubes, forcing the Human to accept every single inch of demonic dick.
Maria seized Lara's ponytail and cruelly yanked her head back up. Then she started fucking the shit out of Lara Croft.
Lara's last rational thoughts were of how could she take such an impossibly sized prick without her belly bursting. Then, as Maria increased the awesome power of her thrusts, Lara's consciousness was buried under ever dominating waves of white hot penetration pleasure.
The 'thump' of Maria's huge balls swinging between Lara's spread thighs and bouncing off the front of her desk soon matched the pounding of Lara's fist atop her desk as Maria steadily, and mercilessly, increased both the speed and force of her inward drives. The Archeologist's belly swelled ominously with each brutal thrust, forcing the recipient to groan loudly in a forced voice.
Lara's moans and gasps, likewise, would steadily increase in volume and pitch until they were more like hysterical howls and desperate screams as insane orgasmic convulsions and blinding bliss completely seized her. As Maria continued to plow her, she arrogantly as well as mercilessly controlled the dominated, prick broken Archeologist through the pulling back of her head by Maria's grip on Lara's ponytail.
All Lara would remember afterwards was that she had no memory of anything once she bent over the desk. She would not remember eventually thrusting madly her naked ass back at the monster who possessed her…no memory of eventually begging, with cries loud enough to vibrate her office windows, for the demonic presence behind her to continue ravishing her…no memory of anything except for the unholy, inhuman bliss of servicing a Demon.
Gena checked on the Demon in her basement first thing that morning. It was still there, behind her barrier. Bored, it did not look happy.
The lush feminine creature rose with Gena's appearance. "So, you have come to free me!"
"You wish!" Gena replied. Then she pointed her right index finger at the Demon and sent another bolt of white hot energy into the barrier.
The barrier looked a little thicker, a little denser.
"That should keep you for another day, at least! By then I should have a way of sending you back…if you behave! Otherwise I'll just have to destroy you!" Inwardly Gena was lying, partially. She really didn't know how to send a Demon back to Hell. She just hoped, fervently, that the Succubus didn't know that!
Absinth rose to her full height and thrust those magnificent tits at Gena. She smiled evilly. "Why go on with this farce?" she said in a voice that literally dripped with wet dream arousal. "You know I will get out of this, sooner or later. Save yourself my revenge…set me free!"
Gena shook her head. Then she saw the Demon begin to glow…
And a wild wave of forced lust saturated her senses, instantly making her as horny as she ever could remember. She inhaled raggedly.
The Succubus' smile broadened. "Look!" she said, pointing down at her loins. "See what you can have if you set me free!"
Gena foolishly obeyed and gasped loudly when she saw the nearly two feet of clit jutting out forever from the Succubus' loins.
"Want it, don't you?" the Succubus softly, and with supreme arrogance, said to the now wide eyed Human. "Want to squat on it, don't you? I'm not worried. I have all the time in creation. You'll come to me, begging to be fucked into the ground with my clit. You'll see! You'll come begging me for it! Think about it tonight, when you're alone and empty…oh so empty! You'll think about me then. About me and my phallus! You'll see! I have all the time in the world…And you don't!"
Gena, as firmly as she could, shook her head. She couldn't speak, her throat was constricted by wild lust. Under her dress she could feel her pussy juice trickling down her thighs.
She turned and quickly made for the stairs.
On her way up the stairs, the Succubus called after her, "Maybe I'll fuck that tight ass of yours, too! You owe me an ass fuck! And I will collect!"
Once Gena was upstairs, Absinth's eyes dropped to the pentagram on the floor. Her eyes widened as she saw the red glow appearing in its center.
Yes, she would soon be out of this petty Demon jail and at that arrogant Bitch!
"Hope she enjoys servicing two Succubii at the same time!" Absinth growled.
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